Isn't it just great to see a young player put into execution everything he learned through the mentorship of a more experienced and accomplished player that unofficially adopted him as a little brother so many years ago? Almost brings a tear to my eye to see just how diligent Marcus Peters was in sponging up all that Marshawn Lynch had to offer as a role model only to put it on full display in front of him in the city that raised them both.

That tear, of course, being one of laughter, as a flying, spinning groin grab that puts an explicit exclamation point on both a game-sealing pick-6 and the disappointment of the degenerates in The Black Hole is hilariously disrespectful, but the time and place it was broken out is as much on the teacher as it is the student. Nothing Marshawn Lynch can really do but shrug his shoulders and chuckle after watching his protege fully embrace the mode of the beast. After all, Marcus Peters decision to tell the city of Oakland to hold his dick was more of a tribute to the friend-turned-family member that taught him the art of junk-centric celebrations a little too well than it was a slap in the face to the pride of his hometown. At least I think it was, as there is more than enough reasons to believe that adding insult to injury is a key part of Marshawn Lynch's lesson plan...